They Steal My Breathe

I dance with no music, My body sways with one purpose. I follow the path never taken, Trip over seashells and cadavers, My toe bumping into knifes And cutting myself on discarded glass. The wind accompanies me as I waver, Tickling my nude flesh and whistling in my ear. A sprite leads the way now […]

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The Dead Sea

Crashing waves smell of brine and lost legends, mermaid tails and selkie skins, fevered voyages, pirate’s booty–bearded men and women with gold teeth and jewels on their mind, harrowing adventures, navigators with sunburnt skin, drunk on the wine of the ancient souls that watch from below–trip as they follow–eyes narrowing on the X–bones rise from […]

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